How many times has Regan Summers had her heart broken? (Psst … it’s inside!)

On January 18, 2012 by Aimee

I laugh a lot when I read Regan Summers twitter posts (that or her alter-ego’s) and thus, getting the chance to ask her a little about herself, had to happen! And, since she’s from Alaska, I had even more reason. You know … just because! So let’s get started!

Do you prefer the people in your life to be simple or complex?
How simple? Single-celled like amoebas? No. We wouldn’t have the same taste in movies or books, and I’d constantly be breaking their membranes, resulting in cytoplasm everywhere. I’m clumsy like that.

You see? Who else would answer like that but the author of Don’t Bite the Messenger, Regan’s debut novel, a mildly spicy, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, which released this month.

If that doesn’t get you interested in this brand new author, check her out at all these other places:

If you could meet any famous person living or not, who would it be?
Arthur Wellesley, the 1st Duke of Wellington. Though for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is I needed to talk to him about. Hopefully he’ll remember.

If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
Some kind of Indiana Jones-like forensic librarian with curly hair that’s always mussed just so, and an extensive knowledge of history, mythology, secret societies and languages. Oh, and I’d like to be a bit taller.

Have you ever had your heart broken?
“Dozens and dozens of times. Once it happened two or three times in the same night. That’s still one of my favorite books.

Or did you mean in real life? *thinks* It’s been fractured, twisted, set afire and kicked down a gravel road under a waning moon. Never broken, though.”

Ben & Jerry’s ____________ is the best ice cream ever!
Karamel Sutra. The soft caramel set in chunks of chocolate is so good I don’t even know what else is going on in the carton, and I don’t care.

Now, before we get to the last question, let’s look at Regan’s book …

Anchorage, Alaska
The vampire population may have created an economic boom in Alaska, but their altered energy field fries most technology. They rely on hard-living—and short-lived—couriers to get business done…couriers like Sydney Kildare.

Sydney has survived to the ripe old age of twenty-six by being careful. She’s careful when navigating her tempestuous clients, outrunning hijackers and avoiding anyone who might distract her from her plan of retiring young to a tropical, vampire-free island.

Her attitude—and immunity to vampires’ allure—have made her the target of a faction of vampires trying to reclaim their territory. Her only ally is Malcolm Kelly, a secretive charmer with the uncanny habit of showing up whenever she’s in trouble. Caught in the middle of a vampire turf war, Sydney has to count on Malcolm to help her survive, or the only place she’ll retire is her grave…

Regan wrote this book because the heart of winter in Alaska is cold, dark and colorless. In such times, a woman finds herself in need of high-octane adventure, mysterious and handsome men, humor, and the promise of escape. And if she can’t find the right story to do the job, she must write it.

Favorite 6 sentences from the book

“My “boyfriend” rested his hand on my shoulder blade in a strangely intimate gesture, pulling me toward him. I should have been skulking away, but instead I staggered a step forward, one hand landing on his chest. He immediately covered it with his own.

“So why don’t you give your old lover a kiss?” he asked. I snatched my hand back and shook my head sharply. He smiled, laugh lines crinkling around his dark eyes as he leaned down, mouth hovering a scant inch from my lips.
“

If you were to be eaten by cannibal, how would you like to be prepared?
Like a scallop, in a nice sherry cream sauce. Maybe with sides of broccolini and golden raisin rice pilaf to set off my eyes. Also, filled with broken glass so that I can get the last laugh. Choke on that, cannibal!

Thank you, Gena! I hope you enjoy it! This particular sense of humor is shared by my brother and myself. Prior generations show little sign of humor. Subsequent generations are currently obsessed with Spongebob and poo jokes, sadly.